#1 Bestselling Author Maggie Ryan brings you the first story in The Red Petticoat Saloon. The story begins with Madame Jewel... The Red Petticoat is not just another whorehouse. This is a place for every painted lady to get her happy ending. Madame Jewel and her 'gems' welcome hardworking men to come inside for a home-cooked meal or a few hands of cards. They are invited to listen to a pretty girl sing or watch a show. If a bit of intimate comfort is desired, they are welcome to go upstairs and into the arms of one of the beautiful women wearing the red petticoats. However, refer to its gems as whores and you'll find yourself tossed out into the street. This story all begins when Lady Juliette Gardner discovers she has been set up and her reputation ruined. She decides to leave England for good and find her way to the goldfields of California with the hopes of creating her dream and possibly striking it rich. To Gabriel Vasquez, the hard work and isolation of working his claim is the only way to achieve his dream. When he discovers his new partner is a woman, a very beautiful, very stubborn English woman, he has no problem – except for the fact that she refuses to think of her safety. If she is to be his partner, he will have no hesitation teaching her exactly what happens to naughty, cheeky English ladies. Gabriel and Jewel will discover that life has room for more than one dream and as they settle themselves in Culpepper Cove. This mining town, nestled in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains, will never be the same once Juliette—Madame Jewel—opens The Red Petticoat. Join award winning author Maggie Ryan as she begins the tale of The Red Petticoat and all of Madame Jewel's precious—but slightly flawed—gems. Disclaimer: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes including anal play, and sex with multiple partners. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book. http://www.amazon.com/Jewels-Gems-Red-Petticoat-Saloon-ebook/dp/B01CVZQ0C8/ Excerpt: “You want to us to work in a gold mine?” Amelia asked. “No, of course not. Ophelia made it clear that wasn’t an option. It took me a while but an idea has been niggling at me ever since my father paid me my dowry. That simmering reached a boil during last night’s game and I’m ready to prepare the rest of the dish.” “You want us to become cooks?” Ophelia asked, and then laughed. “I’d be as useful in a kitchen as I would be in a mine.” “I want to open a place where women who chose to live a life offering their services to men will be comfortable and safe. I want a place where you aren’t working for pennies. A place where women receive the larger share of their profits so that they can save enough money to follow their own dreams.” “You are going to open a whorehouse?” Ophelia asked, her eyes wide. “In principle, but more. It will have entertainment and a card parlor. I want to offer good, hearty food as well. From what I’ve been reading, mining camps are pretty basic. The men work hard and I’m thinking, they are willing to part with a bit of gold to enjoy a home cooked meal. I see them flocking in to have pretty women dealing cards or serving drinks. I see them enjoying music and listening to a pretty girl sing. Perhaps we’ll have some sort of stage show. And, of course, I see the men willing to part with a bit more gold in order to spend an evening in the arms of one of my ladies. I’ll be responsible for providing housing and food as well as help with making investments for those who wish. I’ve done a lot of research and with your help, I think it can be a success.” About the author: Author for Blushing Books. I write both contemporary erotica and historical spanking romances. I enjoy writing about characters that enjoy the provocative D/S lifestyle of today’s times as well as taking a step back into the past to write stories that take place in the Victorian era with age-play as a theme. I live in the great Lone Star state with my wonderful husband. I have always loved reading. Growing up in a family with four children, it was difficult finding a place to be alone. I was probably one of the squeakiest clean girls on the planet as I would spend hours in the tub so I could read without being bothered. It wasn’t long before I began to make up my own endings to the books I was reading. From there, it just seemed natural to begin writing my own stories. I never try to restrict myself to any one genre because there are just too many delicious possibilities out there and inside my head. I admit to being somewhat of a romantic though as my stories always must have a great deal of love, passion, corporal discipline and, of course, great, mind-blowing sex. I want my readers to be able to see, hear, feel and know the characters that I’m creating as well as I do when I bring them to life and transfer their stories to paper. I want my women to be strong of character but also strong enough to know that submission given in love and trust to your partner does not make you weaker, it makes you far stronger. I want my men to be sexy, strong, demanding alpha males who know how to take what they want while acknowledging it is a gift they have been blessed with by the women that have chosen to submit to them. I want there to be no doubt that they truly would die for the other no matter how others might view their relationship. Follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/_Maggie_Ryan Email: [email protected] Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maggie Ryan and Blushing Books! Charming Isabella Louisa Revealed: Women of Wintercrest Book 1 Lord Edward’s Law: Women of Wintercrest Book 2 Claimed: Women of Wintercrest Book 3 Lucy Surrenders: Women of Wintercrest Book 4 Summer Solace Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca Lucy’s Journey Home: Hunter’s Ridge Book 1 Homecoming: Hunter’s Ridge Book 2 Reunion: Hunter’s Ridge Book 3 Blessed Beginnings: Hunter’s Ridge 4 Designed for Submission: Divine Designs Book 1 A Submissive's Dream: Divine Designs Book 2 Treasured Submission Haven’s Promise: Divine Designs Book 3 The Christmas Pickle A Submissive’s Gift: Divine Designs Book 4 Rosie’s Resolutions (Masters of the Castle) My Charming Valentine (Corbin’s Bend) Miss Summers’ School: Lessons in Submission, Book One Cherry’s Jubilee: Lessons in Submission, Book Two Ever Lasting Hope (Corbin’s Bend) An Author’s Angst (Corbin’s Bend) Realizing Her Dream (w/ Laurel Jane) His Passionate Pioneer My Sassy Settler A Little Sunshine (written w/ Abbie Adams) Vintage Values (Corbin’s Bend) Jewel’s Gems (The Red Petticoat Saloon) Thanks for stopping by. I'll post more on this fabulous series soon. By the way, I've written book 4, Crystal's Calamity. Hugs, Stevie
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Anyone with a drop of Irish blood in their veins can't let Saint Patrick's Day slip by without some form of acknowledgement. If that person also happens to be the author of numerous books about The O'Malleys, it's even harder. I've been very busy caring for my own Irish heritage husband and working hard to get, Crystal's Calamity, Book 4 of The Red Petticoat Series completed. My deadline for getting it to Blushing Books is Sunday and I'm going to make it! I had my doubts, but my stubborn Scotch-Irish nature pulled me through, even in the midst of total chaos in my personal life. So today I'm taking a break as I wait for my beta readers to share their opinions and keeping my fingers crossed they'll like my offering to the series as much as I do. In the meantime, here's a sample of my own personal tribute to the Irish holiday. If you haven't read it, check it out, it's on sale for $1.99 during the month of March. If you own it, re-reading it is sure to put you in the mood for a spanking hot celebration of your own. Clarice Winston isn't exactly crazy about her son's choice of bride. Bridget is pretty and smart, but hardly up for the demands of being a society wife and furthering her husband's career. In order to show Dell just how unsuitable Bridget is, Clarice invites them to a dance at the country club that happens to be on the same night as the yearly St. Patrick's Day bash at the pub owned by Bridget's brother Patrick and his wife, Molly. No way is Bridget missing the family party, but after Dell applies an attitude adjustment, she goes along. Clarice even insists in buying Bridget's dress for the soiree and it's the ugliest dress in history. As soon as Clarice's chauffeur-driven car rounds the corner, Bridget is back in the shop, exchanging the dress for one guaranteed to make Mrs. Winston's friends sit up and take notice. As the dress adventure continues, with negative consequences for both Bridget and her future mother-in-law, Bridget herself begins to wonder if Winston's mother may be right. Maybe she isn't the best choice of bride? Excerpt: Bridget O’Malley plopped down on a bar stool at The Rose and Thistle and promptly jumped back off with a squeal. Her brother, Patrick, made no attempt to conceal his amusement as he took inventory of the liquor bottles behind the bar. “Do you always laugh at the misfortunes of your customers,” Bridget asked tartly, standing at the bar. “Give me a beer.” “Not all of them,” Patrick shot back smiling. “Only ones who are deserving of a little, ah what was it you called it? Oh yes, misfortune. I hardly see how a sore hind end can be classified as misfortune. Knowing Dell, I’m sure you earned it.” “Just shut up, Pat, and give me a beer.” “A please would be nice.” “Do all your paying customers say please?” she asked sarcastically. “No, are you paying?” “Well, no but…just put it on my tab will you?” Patrick laughed. “You don’t have a tab, Bridge, and if you did you wouldn’t pay it anyway,” he told her putting a beer on a coaster in front of her. “What’s the trouble about anyway? You’ve been surprisingly well behaved since you and Dell got engaged. I thought things were good between you two.” “They are, or they were until a little while ago,” Bridget replied after taking a big gulp of her drink. “So what happened?” Patrick was genuinely concerned. He and his older brother Rory had put a lot of effort into this relationship, probably more than Bridget. They’d almost hand-picked Dell for their little sister. Frantic for her to settle down, at least a little bit, they spent hours talking to Dell and instructing him on the proper way to handle their headstrong, wild sister. No one in the family wanted Bridget to be unhappy, but they didn’t want her to self-destruct either. She needed love certainly, but firm guidance and stability were essential. The quintessential free spirit, Bridget sailed through life in the moment without a care or concern for the future. Her personal motto was, ‘If it feels good, do it.’ She loved everyone and assumed everyone loved her. Bridget had absolutely no sense of fear or restraint and the entire O’Malley family had breathed a collective sigh of relief when Delbert Bertram Winston the 4th had somehow convinced her to marry him. “We had an argument over St Patrick’s Day,” Bridget answered gloomily. “Apparently we have been invited to the St. Patrick’s Day Dinner Dance at the country club and Winston told his parents we were going.” “So?” “So, I told him there was no way in hell I was going to miss the St Patrick’s Day bash at the pub. I said I wasn’t spending one of the most important days of the year at his stuffy country club with a bunch of people who were so socially constipated they can barely fart!” Patrick dropped the bar towel to the floor so he could bend down and have a second or two to recover. Biting the side of his cheek, he controlled his laughter not wanting to give his sister any encouragement. In all reality she was probably right. Standing back up he noticed her flushed cheeks and flashing eyes. He could just imagine how angry and confrontational she had been with Dell. “How did that go over?” Patrick asked watching her blonde ponytail swinging behind her. “He said I was being unreasonable, that my language was atrocious and that he hoped I would not feel the need to be vulgar at the dance. I said vulgar? You want to see vulgar? Look at this hawking big ring on my finger, now that’s vulgar,” she continued, sticking out her tiny hand adorned with a four karat solitaire surrounded by smaller stones. “Oh Bridget,” Pat sighed. “I don’t think that was a good idea. Did he ask for his ring back?” “No, and he wouldn’t take it when I tried to give it to him. He said I made a commitment to him and he was going to see that I kept it. I tell you Pat, I thought my head was going to explode I was so pissed off. I don’t understand why his mother didn’t want me to keep the first ring he gave me. It was much smaller and prettier, but no, I have to wear this giant thing. I know it’s expensive and old but I swear it’s so big it looks like it came out of a bubble gum machine.” Patrick watched as Bridget picked up her beer and drained it before slamming it down on the bar. He refilled it without a word and waited for her to continue. Knowing Bridget, he figured what she’d told him so far was just the tip of the iceberg. Bridget might be small in stature, but her ego was monstrous. “So was that the end of it?” Patrick asked after he served another customer. “Hell no! He told me that for once in my life I was going to behave and do as I was told. I was starting to get a little nervous. Winston is really pretty strong, even for a geek, but I figured I was way faster than him. Turns out I’m not as fast as I thought. I finally just told him to kiss my Irish ass and that I was not going to that damn dance and there was nothing he could do about it. Turns out I was wrong about that too,” she finished red-faced as she absently rubbed her bottom while sipping her beer. “Look Bridge,” Patrick said gently as he walked around the bar and threw his heavy arm over her shoulder. “Maybe Dell’s not the man for you after all. I really like him, we all do, but we thought you were in love with him. If you’re not…” “That’s what really sucks about the whole thing, Pat. I do love him, the shithead,” she admitted with a grimace. “I really just set out to seduce him,” she stated, giving her brother a jab with her elbow when she heard his hissed curse. “Oh, shut up Pat, guys do it all the time. For some reason I was immediately attracted to the big geek. I figured we could have some fun and he really did make me laugh. He took himself so seriously that I couldn’t resist bursting his bubble. He was like a huge piece of bubble wrap that you just can’t leave alone after you pop the first one,” Bridget grinned unashamedly. “And besides that, what are you doing taking my side when you just about gave him lessons on spanking me? What’s up with that?” “I know, it doesn’t make sense to me either,” Patrick admitted walking back behind the bar. “I just want you to be happy Bridget, and safe and loved. If I thought for one second that Dell did not have your best interest at heart…if he ever disciplined you without love behind it, I’d punch his lights out myself.” “Don’t worry about it, okay? He hasn’t spanked me since Christmas Eve Day so I figure maybe he owes me a little. As much as it pains me to admit it, I do have my moments when I can be a little aggravating. Winston is really a gentle natured man, but he has his limits. I just have to figure out where the line in the sand is and dance on this side of it.” Patrick smiled. “Cheer up Bridget, maybe you can bring some of those old codgers to life at the dance. You can be very charming when you want to, kid.” “Thanks, Pat, for listening to me bitch without judging me. I have to get moving. I’m meeting Mrs. Delbert Winston the 3rd for a shopping expedition. Apparently she doesn’t trust me not to embarrass them at their soiree so she wants to help me find a dress. She’s paying of course, ‘Nothing is too good for Dell’s little fiancé’,” she mocked flashing her ring. “Have fun kid, put a dent in her budget,” Patrick encouraged. “Hell, I couldn’t put a dent in their budget if I insisted I needed a carriage drawn by six white horses. Wait till you see their house, I mean they have servants for Christ’s sake,” she finished, giving a little repulsive shiver. “The place is like a museum,” she called over her shoulder as she headed to the door. Hugs,
Stevie Cheryl loves her job at Estelle's boutique, but her paycheck keeps getting smaller and smaller with each new shipment. She doesn't see herself as a shopaholic, although her stash in the guestroom closet keeps growing. Her husband, Troy, has been brown bagging his lunch and saving all his overtime earnings for their dream vacation in Hawaii next year. He's not too happy when he accidentally discovers her packages the night before Valentine's Day. Things get out of hand when he confronts her and before he knows it, he's promised her a spanking! This is a short story about a couple working through their conflict on the most romantic day of the year. Sparks fly as a loving husband shows his wife that roses aren't the only red thing coming her way. Author's Note: This is a short erotic story that contains the spanking of an adult woman by her husband and explicit sexual content. If such material offends you, please do not purchase this book. I wrote this short story because I fell in love with the cover. A little silly in hindsight, but I seem to be a bit like Cheryl. In fact, I have two more covers I've purchased and have yet to finish the stories. Oh well, it never hurts to have a little something extra on hand, right? On the plus side, it's a lot easier to hide purchases on an external hard drive, grin. Happy Valentine's Day! Available on: Amazon Kobo itunes Ink Tera Barnes & Noble Just In Time For Valentine's Day From Some of The Genre's Hottest Authors and All For $0.992/4/2016 Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories ***14 ALL-NEW novellas! Available for a limited time only!*** Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine’s Day Stories is the HOTTEST box set of the season, brought to you by fifteen New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors of bdsm and spanking romance. Lose yourself in a whole lotta naughty with this sexy collection of ALL-NEW, standalone novellas sure to set your e-reader ablaze and leave you breathlessly panting for more. Publisher's Note: The stories included in this smoking hot collection are MF, MFM, and MMMF pairings. Some contain taboo subjects and no-holds barred BDSM and spanking scenes. All will make you blush hard. ***over 700 pages of brand new stories*** Stories Include: Slab Hands by Annabel Joseph ~ Christine's always been curious about spanking, and the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs has a magnificent set of hands. Once he learns about her secret disciplinary fantasies, he's more than happy to put those hands to use... Master Class: Initiation by Sierra Cartwright ~ When wanna-be sub Jennifer Berklee calls him Master and begs him to flog her, PI Logan Powell knows all his military training won't be enough to keep his jaded heart safe. He intends to claim this sexy, innocent woman for his own...no matter the cost. Theirs to Punish by Renee Rose ~ When a billionaire's daughter-turned-ninja picked Casino Magnifico for a heist, she didn't take into account one thing--actually--two. Twin owners Joe and Alex Jamison won't hesitate to employ a little corporal punishment to bring the virgin socialite in line... Lust Angel by Cari Silverwood ~ On good days, what falls from the heavens may be a naked woman. As an ex-SAS soldier, now private contractor, Adam is used to the unexpected, but nothing in life has prepared him for a fallen angel with a craving for spanking, bondage, and punishment. Stepbrother Jerk by Natasha Knight ~ To buy her stepbrother's silence, Lisa agrees to submit to his discipline, even though she has no idea what she's in for. But Jace knows exactly what his stepsister needs and a bare bottom spanking is only the beginning. His Runaway Valentine by Sue Lyndon ~ When a handsome stranger rides out of nowhere to rescue Nora from slavers, the runaway bride is shocked to learn he's the very man to whom she was betrothed. There's no escaping the arranged marriage now, and Luke is quick to make Nora understand that he expects not only obedience, but her absolute surrender. Rose's Are Red by Ashe Barker ~ Rose has had a crush on Iain McCain for years and when she spots her sexy ex-teacher with a whip in his hand at her favourite BDSM club her heart stills. Dare she approach him? A Valentine's Day card might earn her the spanking she craves if she delivers it personally...on her knees. His to Take by Kallista Dane ~ On the now-sexless, sterile Planet Earth, Dr. Selena Reston saves the life of Haldor, a Viking warrior from another world. His savage lovemaking shocks her and awakens her wild side. Though she craves his domination, can she build a life with him halfway across the galaxy? Stepping It Up by Cara Bristol ~ Ariel had crushed on her stepbrother Hunter for years. But if he expects to win back her heart in one wicked weekend, he'll have to step it up and take her in hand...the Rod and Cane Society way. Claiming Chloe by Korey Mae Johnson ~ When she is left alone on Valentine's Day, Chloe takes matters into her own hands. But going out exploring on her own on an alien planet turns out not to be the best idea she ever had, and when her three handsome alien mates end up having to rescue her, Chloe's bare bottom will pay the price for her naughtiness. Maud and the Secret Society of Saint Valentine by Emily Tilton ~ Maud has decided that the new boyfriend she's crazy about can't be serious when he tells her she needs a firm hand in the bedroom and everywhere else. The Secret Society of Saint Valentine begs to differ, and summons her to a tribunal where she'll learn just how serious David is. Dancing With a Dom by Katherine Deane ~ What do ballroom dancing, hard spankings, and mind-blowing orgasms have in common? I guess it depends who your dance partner is. The man smiling down at me, with his hand on my waist... he's a Dom. And he wants to be mine this Valentine's Day. Taking the Human by Trent Evans ~ For Lukanos, a muscle bound, seven foot tall alien, abducting the beautiful human female was the easy part. Winning her heart--and not breaking his own--was something else entirely. Sweet Birdie Blue by Alta Hensley ~ Rem Langston has no choice but to save the feisty Birdie Bluebell, whether she wants saving or not. Their icy beginning soon turns to a passion hot enough to melt the blizzard outside, but will Birdie accept Rem into her heart? Amazon: mybook.to/bsl iTunes: https://goo.gl/cmZZ7Z Nook: http://goo.gl/6Cy45N... Kobo Amelia, Book One in The Marriage Market Series has been nominated in the Best Overall Spanking Romance Category and also in the Best Historical Spanking Romance, not in a named era. A Timeless Woman has been nominated in the Best Sweet Spanking Romance category and also in the Best Medical BDSM Romance. Thank you, Spanking Romance Reviews and BDSM Writers Con for the recognition.
I'd love to have your vote, but even if you're not so inclined, stop over and show your favorite author some love. We all work hard so click the icon at the top of this post and cast your vote for the author(s) who touch your heart, (or other parts of you anatomy), lol. Note: Voting for Spanking Romance Review's Best Spanking Romance ends 2/7/2016. Best wishes to all the nominees! Hugs, Stevie Despite her age, Marjorie Whitcomb is resigned to spinsterhood. One disastrous marriage has convinced her that the kind of man she wants does not exist. He is simply a figment of her imagination... and her fantasies. Colton Mitchell has had Margie in his peripheral vision for two years. He always considered her 'quirky', with her vintage clothes and quiet manner. He never saw the real woman until he had to drive her home one night. From her vintage turquoise kitchen to her garter belt and stockings, he then realizes that she is a young woman with very old-fashioned ideas about love and marriage. And that's the very moment in which he decides that she isn't quirky, she is perfect! But how close is Colton to Marjorie's idea of the perfect man? Excerpt: He shouldn't have been surprised, yet he was by the absolute perfection of the area. Overstuffed furniture dominated the room. The dark wood accent pieces were polished to a high shine; crocheted doilies were placed on the arms of the furniture as well as under anything that could possibly scratch the surface of the antique pieces. There was a lovely bar set on a silver tray, complete with ice bucket and highball glasses. Several decanters of liquor with which to offer guests a choice of beverage were clustered on another tray. Photographs in ornate silver frames were scattered about the room and he watched fascinated as Marjorie dropped gracefully to her knees in front of the fireplace and quickly started a fire. "I would have done that," he offered gently when he found his voice. "I'm used to it," she replied rising. "Would you still like coffee, or something stronger?" she asked, looking at her toes. Colton considered for but a moment before answering. "Coffee if that's not too much trouble," he replied. A cocktail could be made much too quickly. "Not at all, I'll just be a few minutes." "May I come with you? I'd like to see more of this remarkable house." Margie paused as though considering and then shrugged her shoulders before motioning for him to follow her. He wasn't disappointed. They passed through a lovely dining room and he absorbed as many details as he could. It was purely Victorian, the china closet fair to bursting with china, teapots and silver accessories. A richly colored oriental carpet covered the center of a gleaming hardwood floor and the table and chairs were heavy mahogany. A huge etched mirror hovered over the sideboard reflecting the soft lights of the chandelier she switched on as they passed through. It was the kitchen that had his mouth dropping open. Several generations ahead of the rest of the furnishings, it was straight out of the 1950s and top of the line. Large black and white tiles in a checkerboard pattern made up the floor. All the appliances were turquoise, even the sink. The dining set was chrome with turquoise and white leather seats. "Have a seat, Mr. Mitchell," she suggested as she washed her hands at the sink and dried them with a white towel that hung from a three pronged rack. "This will take a bit." Colton sat and watched as she pulled a vintage turquoise stool away from a corner of the kitchen and lifted the steps out. Before he could rise, she was standing on the seat and reaching into a cupboard over the refrigerator. Raising her arms high also made her dress creep up and he could see the lace edging on her black slip. On her tiptoes now, she reached for a stainless steel percolator and he smiled. This would take a while, he thought, delighted. He hadn't seen one of those since he was a child visiting his grandparents. A split second later she teetered, and he lunged from his chair, grasping her around her hips. His hands hiked her dress higher and with her above him he could clearly see the tops of her stockings, lacy garters, and the sweet white curves of her inner thighs. Dry mouthed, he helped her down, his hands shaking as he tried to convince himself it had been an accident. "I would have gotten that down for you," he scolded, not sure if he was angry at her or himself. "I'm fine now," she squeaked out. "It was silly of me. Please sit." Colton obeyed, watching as she filled the pot with cold water, scooped coffee into the steel basket and seated it in the pot before plugging it in. Efficiently, she moved around the kitchen, getting out cups and saucers, a sugar bowl, matching creamer and teaspoons. She placed a cloth napkin beside each of their places and a plate of cheese and crackers in the middle of the table. "I'm hungry," she admitted as she nibbled on a cracker. "Me too," he grinned as he helped himself. Conversation lagged as they each watched the lightly colored brew begin to bubble up into the clear glass top of the pot. She evaded his personal questions but seemed willing to discuss the house. It had been left to her by her Aunt and Uncle whom she'd lived with since the loss of her husband, caring for them right up until the end. Questions about her marriage were deflected but she agreed with him that it was a fabulous house. She adored anything from the Victorian Era and was fascinated by the fifties, remarking that it seemed a much simpler time during which the roles of men and women were clearly defined. "Would you have liked to live back then?" he asked her smoothly when the color of the coffee suited her and she unplugged the pot. "I think I would," she replied, not turning to look at him. "This will have to sit a few minutes or it will be full of grounds," she explained as she busied herself at the sink. "I'm in no hurry," he replied. Finally, she brought the pot to the table, setting it on a hot pad. Carefully, she poured each of them a cup before sitting down again. "Miss Whitcomb," he remarked after taking a sip, "this is delicious, but it occurs to me you've forgotten to call the garage about your car." "Oh damn," she cried, setting her cup down with a clatter and scurrying across the kitchen to the rotary telephone hanging on the wall. Flipping up the calendar she located and dialed a number and waited, nibbling her nail. After several minutes she hung up. "They're closed," she sighed as she returned to her chair. "I imagine so, it's after seven," Colton replied. Taking another sip, he hid a grin and continued. "You know, Miss Whitcomb, were we really living in the fifties, a man might spank his woman for uttering such language and forgetting something as important as having her car serviced. Not to mention climbing on that stool and risking injury," he finished calmly. Watching her carefully, he took note of the way her wide blue eyes flew to his face in shock. The hand holding her cup began to tremble and she used both hands to carefully set it back on its saucer, but not before spilling a significant amount. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were open as though she wanted to say something but couldn't. Gently, he reached across the table and with a finger under her chin, closed her mouth. "There would have been no point in arguing. As you suggested, roles were clearly defined in those days. Yes, I would have been justified in taking your hand, guiding you over my knees and lifting your skirts. If you were very naughty, I would have pulled down your panties and painted your bottom a charming shade of red. Depending on the serious nature of your offenses, I may have had you stand in a corner, holding up your dress and displaying your red cheeks for my pleasure. What have you to say about that, Miss Whitcomb? Still have an affinity for the fifties?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. A Timeless Woman is now available on: Amazon Blushing Books Barnes & Noble Note: I previously posted that the title of this book would be, His Little Margie. The title was change when we realized the title implied the book might be an age-play novel, which it is not. Sorry for any confusion. Professor Ian MacDermot is pleased when a beautiful young woman is turned over to him for individual instruction by the Dean of a private school for girls. His task, to teach her to be a dutiful wife. The fiercely independent-thinking Sarah MacDonald is having none of it. She vowed never to marry and become a 'sex slave' to any man, but Ian MacDermot is not just any man. Confined to his quarters over the carriage house, Sarah is haunted by a dark experience from her past and confused by her feelings for Ian. When Ian reads the instructions written by the Dean of the school, detailing exactly what he is expected to do to train her, he and Sarah develop a passion for one another and embark on an impossible mission to bring the Dean to justice. They know they may not succeed but time will tell...and timing is everything. Set in Scotland in 1912, On Loving A Woman is filled with romance and suspense that will keep you turning the pages. Excerpt Sarah, this could all be so simple. All ye have to do is read the material I gave ye and answer the questions correctly. You’ll pass the class and graduate with your class in June. I know how ye feel about marriage but this is information ye need to know. And I might add we are the only school that teaches this class and ye will no find this information presented in such an acceptable and courteous manner. Many young women learn these facts from men on the streets—quite unsavory characters at best. If ye are lucky enough to marry a man without having learned of your duties, he will likely turn ye over to woman who will teach you. I’m hesitant to speak of the degradation that comes with that sort of instruction.” “And do you believe, Professor, there is no degradation here? If so, you are highly mistaken.” “Lassie, I am no aware of any degradation taking place here,” he replied. “I have been polite and courteous and I understand the sensitive nature of these questions. I might add, Sarah, these are no my questions. This course was designed by the Dean. Do ye think this is easy for me?” “With all due respect, you are blind. I’ll repeat again, I do not need to know about wifely duties,” Sarah ground out. Nearing the end of his patience, Professor MacDermot removed a test paper from her file. “Earlier ye stated that ye knew the answers I expect ye to give. Let’s try this test orally and we will see. If it will help ye, I will turn my back.” “That won’t be necessary,” she snapped. “Shall we begin?” He raised his eyebrows. “Sure, why not? If I answer correctly, may I leave?” “Of course,” he replied and began to read the questions. “How often shall a wife submit to her husband’s request for intercourse?” “Whenever he wishes her to submit,” Sarah answered without hesitancy. “However, if she is ill or menstruating, she may ask to be excused.” “Very good,” he continued. “How shall a wife relieve her husband if he is aroused but not interested in intercourse?” Sarah squirmed in her chair. “She shall relieve him as he wishes. She may use her hands, her mouth, or allow him to release between her breasts.” “Excellent!” He was pleased to see that she did, in fact, know the material. “Now, Sarah, how shall a wife relieve her husband using her hands?” “She shall ask her husband how he wants her to stroke his member. She shall wrap her hands around his member and stroke him up and down as he dictates until he releases.” Peeking up through her long dark lashes, she studied his face. He seemed very pleased and she wondered how he would ask her to stroke him. “Ye know all the answers; there was really no reason for ye to fail this test,” he smiled. “Now, in more detail, explain how a wife shall relieve her husband using her mouth?” God, he thought, they should not have a class asking young women to explain such things. If he was honest with himself, he found it unnecessary. Gross, she thought as she shivered. She didn’t want him to be too pleased as that might be the end of private instruction, which in spite of rumors, appeared to be going better than she feared. “Well,” she paused, “she shall ask her husband if he would prefer to recline on the bed or perhaps the sofa. She shall kneel beside him, between his legs, or kneel before him if he has chosen a sitting position. She shall take note as to the state of his member and if he is flaccid, she shall use her hands first until he is erect. Then, when he is fully erect and relaxed, when he is not looking, she shall put a handful of sharp upholstery tacks into her mouth and…” Buy Links: Amazon Barnes & Noble iTunes Kobo Mac isn't surprised at Annie's reaction when he tells her he doesn't want to consummate their marriage yet. He expected it, but he has plans to wait until they arrive at the MacDermot Castle. His cousins, Kade and Aidan, have the honeymoon suite ready for them. But, plans often go awry. The MacDermot keep has been haunted for years and when Annie goes missing Mac fears he may never see her alive again. Annie's screams for Mac's help go unanswered. She has no other choice than to follow the strange man's voice as he leads her down a dark secret passageway. He claims to need her help to keep a promise he made years ago. Will Annie survive to deliver the message this seemingly kind voice wants his descendants to hear? Excerpt: Annie finished washing her hair and stepped out of the shower. She decided to forego the blow dryer and most of her makeup as they were planning to lounge around the bed and breakfast today. Wrapped in her towel, she stood and took in the room. It was so wonderful to be here; she walked about, her hands tracing the stone walls as though she wanted to absorb everything and take it home with her. Dropping her towel to the floor, she pressed her back against the cool wall. Soak in this place, the school, and the carriage house; it will be a long time before ye are here again. Take in everythin’. Find and remember my words. It wasn’t quite an audible voice but as clear in her mind as though it had been and a chill came over her. She walked to the fire long grown cold. What was going on? Why would she have such a thought—one that didn’t make sense. What school and carriage house? Stepping up on the hearth, she studied the pictures of Mac’s ancestors, brave warriors all. One in particular drew her in, a picture of a handsome man in a kilt, his lovely bride standing beside him. She was beautiful and the MacDermot beside her could have been Mac’s twin. Slowly turning the frame over she read the names on the back—Ian and Sarah MacDermot. Find and remember my words. Ye must do this or I’ll no be set free. While spoken in a near whisper, this time the voice was clear as day. She heard him and she had to tell Mac his beloved keep was haunted. He probably wouldn’t believe her but she knew what she heard. “What words do I need to find? How will I remember them?” Annie asked aloud in wonder, never expecting an answer. I will lead ye. I will no harm ye. Ye must no be afraid. A long shiver went down her spine; this was getting scary. Running quickly around the foot of the bed, she was planning to get her jeans and sweater from the wardrobe and get to the kitchen. She didn’t know Mac wasn’t wearing his boots until they tipped over directly in front of her. She tripped over them and went sailing toward the wall. As in an out of body experience, suddenly she could see herself in slow motion, raising her hands to cushion the blow to her face she saw coming before it happened. She was moving, the wall was turning and she was turning with it. As her naked body slid down the jagged rock, the last thing she remembered was the sunlight fading into total darkness. Buy Links: Amazon Barnes & Noble Visit Keriann's Blog for a free copy of her Come Back to Me at Christmas book Just thought I'd pop up a post and announce that I have a new book coming out in December with Blushing Books. As of right now the release date is 12/23. I don't have a cover yet but I'll share it as soon as I do. His Little Margie is my first book with a male muse, and I don't mind telling you he was a little bossy. This was a totally new experience for me. In fact I didn't even know it was possible. I've always had the same voice in my head sort of guiding me. Now and then certain characters would stick in their two cents, but mostly I got to chose who I wanted to listen to. With this story I sort of felt like I was just along for the ride and found myself writing things I never imagined I would. I even argued with 'him' at times, but to no avail. "Put it in, just the way I want it," he'd say, LOUDLY. Geeze, all right, already. Lord, I hope no mental health professionals read this post! I did get to keep the love story, although at times I think that wasn't his focus. This is also the first book without a 'supporting cast' of characters. Strange for me who always has so many side stories going on, but again, did I mention he was pushy? 'He' was very single-minded! I really think he would have liked a short story with just the sex...they met, he wanted her, he took her, the end! Fortunately, he had to go through me, so hopefully there is enough romance to keep everyone happy. So here's an excerpt. I hope you like it and I hope Mr. Bossy takes a long vacation to Siberia to cool off. His Little Margie "Mr. Mitchell, I find your question quite offensive," she said crisply as she wiggled uncomfortably on her chair. "In what way? Aren't we having a discussion about the benefits and drawbacks of that type of lifestyle? I was just wondering if you fully appreciate the disadvantages to women while living the way of life you so admire. Men definitely had the upper hand, so to speak." "I guess I haven't thought that much about it?" she whispered, dropping her head. "You're a liar, Miss Whitcomb," he insisted kindly. "Pardon me?" "I said you're lying." "How dare you!" she gasped, rising to her feet. "You don't even know me." "Sit down, Miss Whitcomb," he ordered, grinning when she automatically obeyed. "On the contrary, I know a great deal about you. Any man with half a brain and an eye for detail could have figured you out if they took the time. You live in a virtual time capsule. You dress modestly, almost matronly if you will, but underneath that sedate dress you wear lace trimmed slips, stockings and garters. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you had on a corset." "Stop, please," she cried, her face crimson. "Your manners are usually impeccable, or so I thought until tonight when I realized there is quite a bit of spunk under that ladylike exterior. You don't date, at least not as far as I'm aware, because you think there's no one out there who would understand your needs, and they are complicated. At least they would be for the average man." "Mr. Mitchell, please leave," she said coldly. "Not quite yet, Miss Whitcomb. As I was saying, I feel I know you quite well. I would bet money if I were to go upstairs to you room, I would find dusting powder on your vanity, baby doll pajamas in your drawer and most likely an old fashioned red hot water bottle, complete with attachments, hanging on the back of your bathroom door. "Oh my God, get out of here," she yelled, slapping her hand on the table. "No." "Why not," she demanded. "You've made your point. I'm a freak, a relic as far as you're concerned." "Miss Whitcomb, I find you enchanting," he said smiling warmly. "Excuse me?" "It's true. You are ultra-feminine, unique, and a delight. I'm thrilled I've stumbled over a treasure most men have overlooked and, frankly, I'm disappointed in myself for delaying so long when I sensed your submissive tendencies. What a lot of time I've wasted." "I am not submissive," she snapped angrily. "Maybe not in the purest sense of the word, but you recognize you need a strong man and that's enough. You need a man to love and guide you through life's rough spots. A man who will make sure you are taken care of and deal with you when you fail to pay attention to important details. It's not enough you have a house from the fifties, you need an old-fashioned man and I, Miss Whitcomb, am that man." "I hope you won't take this the wrong way, Mr. Mitchell," she said, clasping her hands and judging the distance to the back hall, "but I fear you've lost your mind." Anyway, I'll keep you posted if anything changes with the release date. Hope you all had a wonderful holiday. We had 18 for dinner and then some of the Grandchildren stayed over, so it's been pretty hectic. I'm off my Motrin again until some tests on Tuesday. Needless to say I feel as though I've been hit by a truck. Other than that, all is good. Hugs, Stevie Hi Stevie, Thank you very much for inviting me over to your blog to tell you a little about my new book, That Day At The Lake, which is now available on Amazon (Links at the end). Here is the cover for the book, which I love. Adriana has adored Luca since his father rescued her from an abusive man in Naples, Italy, when she was just eight years old. Her one wish when she was growing up was that Luca would fall in love with her and that they would marry. However, life is never as simple as that. Luca’s father is a Mafia member, and is killed by a gang member, and the two children are torn apart, seemingly forever.
Some years later they meet again, and Luca is now a successful businessman, but he is also involved in minor criminal activities and has become involved in a BDSM lifestyle as a Dom, and, although he is attracted to Adriana, he is reluctant to involve the shy, sexually inexperienced girl in his world. Adriana takes matters into her own hands, and visits a BDSM club to try to persuade Luca to see her in a different light. He capitulates, and some hot, sexy activity takes place between them. However, just as their relationship is beginning, Luca’s criminal past catches up with him, and he finds himself in trouble with the law, due to a jealous gangster turning on him. He goes back to Italy to solve his problems, followed by Adriana. But there they face great danger, with the possibility of not only going to jail, but of losing their lives. Adriana and Luca have survived their early life traumas, but was this threat one that will prove fatal to them both? Will fate for once be kind to them and allow them to be reunited once more? When she was just 14, and Luca was 16, he had told her “One day, Adriana, you are going to be such a beautiful woman and men will fight over you. I hope that I will still know you then.” Adriana fought like a lioness to ensure that he would still know her then and, she hoped he would love her as much as she had always loved him. Here is a little excerpt from after they became lovers: She nodded and maneuvered herself so that she was leaning across my lap, with her bottom high. Thankfully she was wearing a short, summer dress and not the tight jeans that she often wears, which are great for clinging to her fabulous backside, but can be the devil to pull down in this position. I pulled the dress up onto her back and took a moment to stare at her beautiful, rounded bottom. I ran my hand across her panties, squeezing her cheeks. “Adriana, I’m pleased to see that you are wearing a pair of your sexy panties today. I will just take a moment to admire the scene before I proceed with your spanking.” This is a tale of passion and crime, love and despair, which could either bring them both great happiness, or end up in the death of them both. Join Adriana and Luca on their roller-coaster of a ride, which is now published and available at the Buy Links below. In the meantime, for more details of all my books, why not go to my website at http://racheldevineuk.wix.com/rachel-de-vine Thank you so much, Stevie, for inviting me to your blog. Rachel de Vine Buy Links: Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon Canada Blushing Books |
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